With a trembling hand, she reached out to touch his arm. "D-Donnie…?" Her voice was small, the voice of a frightened little girl. "I–I'm so s-scared… and l-lonely…"
He gave her a bemused look. "Here's where it is… Sis! It's in the smoke! It's the smoke that sets you free! You want to turn on… now?" He extended the joint to her.
For a moment, she looked at it with next to loathing. The thing he was offering to her could be a monster in disguise. She was truly frightened.
"Here! Take it!" he said. "It's the only way you'll ever find out!" He put the cigarette between her fingers.
Suddenly, she knew. He was reaching out to her from that other, more beautiful place; he was reaching out to her and almost, literally, dragging her into it. Dear God!
She held the burning marijuana cigarette in her own hand and stared at it, unable to bring herself to put it to her own lips.
"You won't be sorry!" her brother urged. "You're sure… D-Donnie…? No after-effects… a-and n-no s-side-effects?"
"None!" he assured. "… And, it'll be everything I told you it would be! I wouldn't lie to you!" He stifled an urge to put the narcotic cigarette in her mouth for her, force her to smoke it, but he knew he couldn't do it that way. She would have to make that final move of her own volition. That final decision had to be hers.
Hesitantly, Charity raised her hand, the roach held awkwardly between her fingers, as she brought the wet end of the paper tube to her lips, placed it between them and inhaled lightly, drawing some of the smoke into her mouth.
Don watched her with a mounting sense of elation. Christ! She's going to do it!
She blew the smoke out of her mouth, experimentally, and Donnie said, "You've got to draw it into your lungs and hold it for a while."
Again, she tried; this time, successfully getting the smoke into her lungs and holding it there with determination, before she exhaled it. She coughed. "It feels k-kind of s-strange."
"It'll start taking effect… in just a little while," he assured her.
"H-How much does it t-take… t-to t-turn on?"
"You know… like maybe three or four deep drags."
She took another, deeper, longer puff on the joint, drew it deep into her lungs, and while she was holding her breath, extended her hand to give him back the cigarette. He took it from her and smoked in his usual, careful style, handing it back to her, again, as she slowly exhaled, clearly following his example and directions.
"I–I don't really f-feel any different… yet." She was still a little tense and frightened.
"Give it a chance, Char… but you'll know when it starts to turn you on."
They smoked, now, in silence, for several moments, passing the roach back and forth between them.
She recognized the feeling of euphoria as it overtook her. There was a feeling of well-being, but she noticed that now, although her movements must have been normal, it seemed to take an interminably long time to raise her hand to her mouth to take a drag. Time seemed to be standing still.
This must be it! Like Donnie says, "This's where it's at!" She looked at her brother long and hard, studying his face. Strange, she had never noticed the tiny mole just below his left eye, before, but of course, it must have been there all the time.
Her fears began to fade. The tenseness in her muscles was vanishing. She relaxed and lounged back against the headboard of the bed, as she watched the patterns of the smoke in the still air of the bedroom. The stub of the joint was getting shorter. She took a final puff and handed it back to her brother, watching as he dragged on it, then extinguished it carefully, saving the unsmoked portion of the dried hemp leaves and destroying the remaining paper by chewing it to a pulp and swallowing it.
As she watched him, she began to realize how truly handsome her younger brother was, and again she found it strange that she had never thought of him in that context. He's really a good looking boy… almost a man, I should say… so strong and… well, manly.
Charity closed her eyes. She knew and understood the physical reasons for the pattern of lights she saw, seeming to appear just behind her eyelids, but she had not known that they could be so beautiful. What was I so scared for? There's really nothing to be afraid of… really. It just seems like all my senses are sharper… and brighter… I can hear better… and see better… notice things that I never noticed before… that is what seems so strange.
Opening her eyes, she looked directly into her brother's penetrating blue ones. He had shifted his position to lie back against the headboard beside her, leaning over her, slightly. He grinned at her engagingly and said, "Sis… are you starting to feel it, now? Is it turning you on?"
"I don't know… Donnie," she said with languor, no trace of the former slight stutter of fear in her voice.
Then, matter-of-factly, he told her, "When you're turned on… all the way… we're going to make love! I'm going to fuck you!"
She, strangely, felt no surprise at his words. It was as though she had expected them, or her normal reaction to them was thwarted, turned aside, as it were, for in a perfectly civilized conversational tone, she answered. "We can't do that! Remember… I'm your sister…"
But, she experienced a tingle of excitement, a tiny tremor in her, and she was aware of it like a minute spark struck from a piece of flint against hard steel. She was the tinder box into which the spark of an idea was directed. She had no idea how powerful that one spark would be!
"We'll just forget that… anyway, it's been done lots of times… by other brothers and sisters…"
"Who… for instance."
He thought a moment. "The Pharoahs of Ancient Egypt!" he said.
"Well… we're not Ancient Egyptians!" She didn't really feel like arguing the point. All she felt like doing was relaxing and letting the feelings of euphoria wash over her.
"We could pretend…"
"Pretend what…?"
"That we were Pharoahs!"
"Let's talk about something else, Donnie… something like the musical I'm going to sing the lead in."
"I told you I thought it was great… didn't I? Let's talk about sex! Did you ever see this?" He grinned lewdly, as he pulled a book from under the edge of his mattress. Opening it, he showed her the graphic pictures of sexual intercourse with all its variants. Consistently, all of the women were beautiful and shapely, and all of the men were endowed with penile members of monstrous proportions.
Idly, she glanced at the photographs as he turned the pages. They did not really interest her, until she saw one depicting fellatio.
"That's what Mom… and that man were doing… except that he made all the motions with his hips… And…"
"He was actually fucking her in the mouth…?" Don filled in her incomplete thought.